They say salt water is good for healing, but who are they and what do they know? All the grumbling old stallion feels is wet and unpleasantly cold where the coastal winds swoop in to leech warmth away from his dampened coat. Even more irritating, the rhythmic push and pull of each wave as it washes across his fetlocks and is sucked back out to sea drags the sand from beneath his hooves with it, forcing him to shuffle around like some unhappy mixture of crab and horse or risk slowly sinking into the beach itself. His joints creak and click with the repetitive movement and his tail flicks in annoyance.

He’s stood here gently rocking for the better part of the afternoon and well into the evening, and still his body aches with overuse, to say nothing of the deep, radiating pain that throbs with its very own pulse in his left shoulder. The tending he received from the Weaver, the cream colored mare, and Lena the Songbird has done a remarkable job of accelerating his natural healing, but the effect of their ministrations seems limited to superficial ailments. They'd soothed his ribs somewhat, allowing him to breathe easily so long as he walks or ambles (which is really all he cares to do anyway), and the Songbird's melody was able to close the horrible, gaping split across his left shoulder, but the more substantial damage to bone and cartilage beneath refuses to be hurried by any magic or good intentions. The hairline fracture to his humerus will heal when it's good and ready and not a moment sooner.

Bored, but not yet ready to return to the Basin, he stares idly out at the horizon where mirrored, seemingly endless blues slowly separate into one expanse of cool colors and one of warm, dazzling orange, yellow, red, and pink. His ears tip forward, always appreciative of beauty in the world, when a quiet clink draws his attention down. Something metallic, shiny – gold? – wraps around his right front hoof, pushed there by the ceaseless shifting of sand and water. He reaches down to grasp the small chain between his teeth and notices as he lifts it from the water that an oval pendent of green stone hangs from the chain, not transparent like emerald, but opaque with wild, swirling patterns across it.



OOC // Open to anyone. :) Alby’s found his Earth Amulet. It’s an oval pendant of malachite on a gold chain.